This is a song about "Hoes weed bitches"

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Licking bitches in between there toes, fucking all the hoes

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

Weed and rapping weed in jays

I’m turned up, i can’t feel my face

Got one good tip: bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Bitches fiend, cut in half like the laced weed,

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

When slick rick was spittin la-di-da-digaming the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, i remember

They are inspirational and i wish i could get into music/ most bitches and hoes that enter/

She insecure with her body so she like fuck it though

Nowadays it’s about bitches and hoes and riches and dough,